H'shor was normally regarded as a runt and a geek around the felines. His job was to solve the problems, not do the fighting. He actually semi-sympathized with the wolves, he didn't dislike them or anything. In fact he had even hung out with a few before, they were cool guys. Still he wasn't about to go against his own people, not at all, and so as he sees the tiny city of wolves he follows orders and sends a quick morse encoded message back to base. The others will be here shortly but first things first. "I think I'll get first pick.." He licks his lips and comes from behind his hiding place, moving towards the village of inch-high wolves, naked, letting his masculine musk fall over the city of wolves only now realizing what just happened. Each step the huge jaguar takes is like an earthquake to them, and the smell of his musk isn't helping anything. Once atop of the miniature city he lowers himself and settles a massive scrotum and two house-sized balls into the city, crushing cars and perhaps even a few wolves beneath it though he wasn't trying to "Listen up, you're now property of the feline kingdom and if you go quietly we won't have to kill anyone or destroy your village. Those of you who understand should follow my directions to the word... First lets see if you can do something simple..."
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